Paper thin, I dragged my feet
and dried my glistening eye.
I hanged my head, cold and dead,
at the place where I would die.
With none who would see meĀ
get covered with earth
I took one more step
with all I was worth.
The weight on my back
made one step become two.
I ran with the strain
as was all I could do.
I couldn't turn back
to return to my death
and the chains flew as ribbons
in the wake of my breath.
Life filled my lungs
and blood filled my brain.
The burden I bore
is a runaway train.
My hands were like lead
now they raise to the sky
and with hope they dry love
from my glistening eye.